It is said that Qin Shihuang was controlled by a daughter

(Chapter 442, the title is wrong)

Tian Dan started cursing when he came back in the afternoon.

The arc behind the curtain that was blown up by the wind was inappropriate at the right time, and the wine glass in his hand fell to the ground.

"Young Master..." The woman behind the curtain saw the maid wipe off the remaining wine stains. She clenched her sleeves and took two quick steps.

"How dare you come here?" Tian Dan rolled his eyes, snorted, and put the bamboo slips on the table aside.

"Sir, here is the master's book." The woman took out a silk book from the hollow space under the umbrella handle. She knelt down and handed the scroll over with both hands.

Tian Dan glanced at him with disdain, but his anger had not subsided.

"Haha, I did what he said, but what was the result? Sima Xin, a lowly low-ranking official, dared to confront me in the street!?"

Tian Dan thought of the farm official who had suddenly appeared, and after thinking about it, combined with the news of the arrival of his reinforcements, he simply regarded Xu Zhi as their special arrangement.

Under the woman's gaze, he slowly opened the letter from the Dian Ke Office. Only when he saw Chen Ping's handwriting did he smile with relief. That smile was really creepy.

"The prime minister of Qi has a far-sighted vision."

When the woman heard Hou Sheng, she was stunned for a moment. Just as she opened her mouth to speak, she was interrupted by Tian Dan's men.

After listening to the report, his eyes suddenly became contemptuous.

"Don't think I don't know. Mr. Song clearly wants to use me to exchange his land deed in Yingchuan for Qin money and take the opportunity to leave Xianyang."

"Sir," the woman lowered her head, "Mr. Song said that someone was coming from Xianyang, and Li Shangqing's arrival was just as he expected. Fortunately, we were prepared. If you hadn't attracted his attention first, my Supervisor Li would have noticed us long ago."

"Heaven and earth have planned everything, but he never expected Meng Yi to interfere." Tian Dan said, and then he remembered something. It was said that his half sister who was abandoned in Zhao State was able to return to Qi State alive with her mother thanks to an official from Qin State.

He searched many paths and found out through many Zhao talents that the Qin official who saved Tian Tian was not Dun Ruo, but Li Xian, who was shot to death together with Han Cang by Princess Yong'an in front of Longtai Palace.

If there is anything that can drive her to do it, besides threats, it must be the various connections in the past, which will make people willing to do it.

Since the westward migration, due to various mishaps along the way, this concubine's sister is the only woman left in the royal family.

Tian Dan knew that if women took the lead in Qin's affairs, it would not be considered a dangerous politics. This was also the fastest way Tian Dan could think of to get in touch with the powerful people in Yongcheng.

He immediately played the emotional card and put on a smile, "A Tian, ​​don't be like this, just call me brother."

Tiantian is not Yan Yue. She has no feelings for this brother who suddenly appeared and was almost picked up for free. If it were not for her mother, how could she be bound by this?

She said nothing, and placed the silk book on the red lacquer table. Then she said "yes" without any emotion. Then she asked casually, "What did Mr. Song say..."

She didn't take two steps.

Tian Dan's voice came.

"Since you think his strategy is useful, let him go with you to the Zheng Mansion."

"Yes," she replied.

She hesitated for a moment, gritted her teeth and reminded, "Master said it's best if you don't come to the mansion."

Tian Dan snorted, said nothing, and waved his hand to let her leave.

People at that time loved night banquets.

The sun has lost its rays and winter has arrived. Logically, no one would want to travel so late at night to attend a banquet.

But the one hosting the banquet today is Zheng Guo.

Thanks to the fertile soil in Guanzhong and the name given by Emperor Qin Shi Huang, everyone in China knows that the builder of Zhengguo Canal was Zheng Guo.

Zheng Shuiling was deeply respected by the people and had an excellent reputation in Yongcheng and Qin State.

Now, as word spread that he was heading south to take on another great project, it was also heard that Zheng Shuiling's beloved daughter was preparing for her wedding.

Even though it was freezing cold, everyone who could attend the banquet came.

Some people who were unable to enter the mansion even gathered in front of his mansion.

There was an endless stream of carriages passing by Zheng's mansion, and lights stretched all the way along the street.

"I wonder if the Water Commander will come back after he leaves." "The Water Commander is going to prepare for water reclamation in the south, which is a good thing."

Before Xu Zhi came, he had never expected such a situation.

Early that morning, Xu Zhi saw their efficiency.

Within a day, Xu Fu was accurately found by Meng Yi.

Chen Ping spread the news that Tian Dan had been misled.

She tied up her hair and prepared to get on the carriage in the name of a minor official. When the curtain was lifted, the vermilion-pink flowers almost filled the carriage, leaving only empty spaces on the seats.

These flowers range from light white to dark red, from dark to light, and then from light to dark, one plant after another and all of them are well preserved.

Xu Zhi took a glance and let down the curtain.

She didn't even glance at it.

"Princess, are you going to move these flowers down?"

She thought for a moment and said, "No need. Send someone to reward the flower grower. I think the flowers are still fresh, so send them back to Xianyang immediately."

So, without saying another word, she asked someone to change to an empty carriage, changed into the women's gown that had been agreed upon a few days ago, and got into the new carriage without any joy or worry.

After a while, ten Qinbanliang was delivered to the table of the person who cultivated flowers and plants.

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Li Xian looked at Zheng Guo and presented a sealed wooden scroll. "I hope you won't blame me for being late. My father is really busy, and this is what he wrote."

"it is good."

He then said in a low voice, "On the back is a message from your teacher Xunzi."

Thinking of Xunzi, Zheng Guo paused and felt a dull pain in his heart.

He was the dumbest of all his students. He did not have the talent of Han Fei, nor was he as smart as Li Si, nor as knowledgeable as Zhang Cang. In terms of heresy, he was not as arrogant as Sima Cheng. He followed the rules and was indifferent to everyone. He even remembered clearly that he had not written a single article.

The teacher didn't forget him. But he was so cowardly. When did he become so cowardly?

Is it the time when the Zhang family is cleaned out?

Probably.

His Korean identity meant that he could not live in peace in Guanzhong.

His eyes were filled with tears. "I cannot kneel before the teacher, but I know the teacher must understand."

Li Xian looked at Zheng Guo strangely. The emotion was too sincere, too straightforward, and the belief was too normal. He couldn't understand it.

Zheng Guo never concealed his true emotions. He looked at him with tears streaming down his face, his hands shaking. He muttered, "Brother, you are willing to let me go. I will never be able to repay you in this lifetime."

Now, when he looked at Li Xian, it was as if he was seeing Li Si when he was young.

The grayness in Li Xian's eyes in front of him was even more unfathomable than that of his father when he was the same age.

Something more complicated than ambition and desire. It is a kind of despair and gloom that is always ready.

Zheng Guo didn't think Li Xian's expression was horrible. He just wondered what could have caused a person to fall into such a state?

Twenty years ago, Zheng Guo returned home to worship his ancestors. When he passed by Shangcai County, he was entrusted by Li Si to visit his wife and son at home.

Li Xian was an absolutely normal child at that time.

He looked at Li Xian almost with pity and subconsciously wanted to pat his shoulder.

Li Xian dodged to the side. He didn't like this expression, which was the same as Xu Zhi's expression when he looked at him sometimes, as if he was looking at a poor yellow dog. But he was not as good as the yellow dog. He never hunted a rabbit on the grass outside Shangcai until his death.

Everything is gone.

"Child, what do you need me to do for you?" Zheng Guo asked.

Li Xian shook his head and said nothing. He didn't want Zheng Guo to become the next Dun Ruo.

Mr. Song.

What Mr. Song? Zhang Liang came to Zheng's banquet without knowing whether to live or die, definitely not just to propose marriage to his brother.

He had calculated on them.

Even if Li Xian recognized Zhang Liang, he would not reveal the fact that he did not lose his memory because Xu Zhi was present.

Ying Hehua would not do anything evil to a person who had lost his memory.

She didn't come with Li Xian.

Regardless of her status, her beauty was so stunning that many guests were secretly looking at her just by standing there.

After a while, Li Xian came.

Zhang Liang didn't know why she just stood there motionless.

Of course he didn't know that she saw him the moment he entered the mansion.

In the overt conspiracy, what is expected is the various deviations that are interspersed invisibly.

Zhang Liang did not lose.

Many people knew his true identity, but no one exposed him.

As he expected, Ying Hehua did not have any extreme reaction.

She didn't even frown.

But when she handed the wine cup to Zhang Liang, the wine in the glass was shaking.

The clear aroma of osmanthus wine, along with the candlelight of nine lamps, is floating in the air, and the orange, red and black lacquered table are intertwined.

Under the endless light and shadow, warmth covered the back of her hand.

"what happened?"

She smiled, "It's okay." She turned her head and whispered to Li Xian, "Mr. Song looks quite similar to an old friend of mine. Maybe I was mistaken for a moment."